Long Person to person Poems

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Remember the Days

Remember the days 

Remember the days before mobiles, 
Laptops and Internet not born, 
Made up our own entertainment, 
Today, our youngsters would scorn. 
 
Without Xbox or Play station gaming, 
What would our children, do for their fun? 
I played out, all kinds of weather, 
Cricket on the Rec’, Tag, or bicycle run. 
 
Today’s TV has 3 hundred channels, 
Watch Sky Movies and Netflix all day. 
Our Television had only three stations, 
Black & White, with a box on to pay. 
 
Tablets with Wi-Fi and Kindle on fire, 
Facebook & Twitter, texting by phone. 
Our talking was done person to person, 
Not something done, all on your own. 
 
Perhaps lives today are much better, 
New generations evolve, this won’t change. 
Spare a thought though, for a time long ago, 
If you could go back, life would seem strange
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Should Have Met You Earlier

Falling in love with you is like falling in love with me
You are everything I always wanted my man to be
Why did it take so many years for me to find you
I hate the different experiences I have been through
You could have saved me from the pain and the heartaches
With your love you could have saved me the many heartbreaks 
I was searching from person to person trying to stay patient
I wasted years on one person and not sure what that meant
I could have used all that time loving you much deeper
Instead of hoping to catch love like a wide receiver
We're two different individuals so you wouldn't have found me
We're from two different generations, cultures and country
It would have been so perfect to have met you as a child
Learning love together while our imaginations run wild
I know that's hard to imagine because your much older than me
We should have met each other earlier because we were meant to be
Imagine if the both of us were in love as teens
You would have been my prom date and my everything
We're so connected and we would have stayed together
If we would've met earlier things would have been much better
You and I would have been deeper than high school sweethearts
We would have shown the world that soul mates never part.
Form: Rhyme

In Opposition of the Other Poem

CONVEYING A MESSAGE
THEY FOUND IT EASIER TO COME TO AN UNDERSTANDING
EXCEPT THEY KNEW
THAT EACH WORD SPOKEN
MEANT THE END OF THOSE YESTERDAYS THAT HAD
THEM TOGETHER
THOSE FRIENDS THEY MADE WERE NOW
PEOPLE THEY USE TO KNOW
IN A TIME THAT THEY HAD SHARED
PROSPECTING AREAS TO GAIN NEW RESPECT
WOULD ENTANGLE THEM
THEY SOUGHT BEST AND
FOUND THE
PRETENTIOUS, ARROGANT SIDE OF PEOPLE
THAT VAIN ASPECT OF NOT WANTING TO BE WRONG
AND MAKING RIGHT WHICH HAD BEEN SEEN AS WRONG
AVOIDING THEIR OPPONENTS STRENGTHS
TO EXPLOIT THEIR OPPONENTS WEAKNESS
EACH PROOF OF CONCEPT
WERE IMAGES OF AN ARTIST
THAT SAW SOMETHING
PEOPLE TO PEOPLE
PERSON TO PERSON
CONCEPT TO CONCEPT
THE INTERACTIONS OF EVERY LEVEL
FURTHERED FROM THE INTRODUCTION
WORDS FILLED IN THOSE GAPS
WERE SOUND HAD BEEN
THESE WORDS FORGED INTO PLACE BY THE
ARTISANS NEED TO JIVE
AND MERGE THESE PIECES TOGETHER
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Opinions

'Several opinions on same issue if followed simultaneous prime target may be 

             spoilt’     ..... Poet

          OPINIONS

           Own opinion is priority on any outcome or happenstance.
           Person to person opinions vary on same topic or occurrence.
           Invariably some are strong, some weak.
           Next comes analysis, not to be influenced to pick up quick.
           Inevitable controversy : Take advice but don’t be prompt to apply.
           Onward , rationalise the matter from all aspects to justify.
           Need to establish prime consideration before to certify.
           Several opinions may be consulted but own decision to rely.
Form: Acrostic

Missing Persons

So...we can only dream of what could have been,
if you and I were other than we are.
It brings me to tears, it is sad and I don't understand it.
So you love whom you wish me to be, but is not me?
We have never held hands,
never walked under the starry sky,
never even went for coffee,
never tried person to person,
never held me in your arms,
never shared a kiss,
never seen the moonlight in your eyes.
There's a lot of 'nevers' happening here,
maybe it is over before it's even begun.
Never seen you smile,
never knew how the chemistry might affect us,
never spoke on the phone,
 never crossed those lines.
Always our feelings were true,
but everything else has always been a dream.
We have become hearts with missing persons.


Premium Member Coronavirus Covid-19

Coronavirus COVID-19


Coronavirus! What is it? 
Is a virus or is it a bit 
Of China using your sinus
To infect the COVID-19 virus
As biological weapon
To teach us a lesson.
Not to kill, 
But to give a cold chill; 
Cripple the enemy
From now to eternity. 

Masses of humanity
Driven to insanity. 

Skirmishing over
Water, toilet paper 
Cleaning supplies 
And hand sanitizers. 

Schools, church masses, entertainment centers, 
And all criminal and civil trials court dates 
Canceled. A fear and trepidation 
Of exposure at large gatherings; in every nation.

No cure for the coronavirus exist 
And it could take a year or more to find one; they predict.

3/14/2020


"Works Cited"
 Quote: World Health Organization director-general Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus assured people on Twitter last week that “actually it’s not airborne.” He went on to clarify that “[i]t spreads from person to person through small droplets from the nose or mouth which are spread when a person with #COVID19 coughs or exhales.” According to this way of thinking, the blobs of viral particles that get expelled from coughs and exhales are too big to float around; so they mainly cause infection by landing onto someone close, or by dropping on a surface from which they’re later transferred to someone’s body via touch.
https://www.wired.com/story/they-say-coronavirus-isnt-airborne-but-its-definitely-borne-by-air/
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Venezuela Angel Part 1

I.
Can you hear the scale in D major as it plays a cantabile manner? Please gather around and hear my words as they will become the banner to which you will march. My one fear is to be rejected by the angel; however, I know that the angel may be a demon trying to get me to give up and never find true love. Unfortunately, for the demon, I am the lion that says you and I will not give up. My scars are a testament to what I have endured. Without them I would not be able to give my love to a deserving person. Looking into my past, I learned that there were four stages to completing a life goal. The four principles of what needs to be accomplished can vary from person to person. The first step is to know what you want. For me that would be a wife from a different country that speaks more than one language or is willingly to learn more than her language even if it is difficult to understand my second language. I am having her be positive and strong when to comes to interacting with others and not being afraid of having me view her as a walking angel. No, she has not fallen as she walks with beauty. Petrarch would weep at my words as he wrote five hundred about one woman. All I need are three words to tell her every day. The second stage is to have a plan. I plan to constantly speak with her in my tongues and eventually in her tongue. Let the scale switch into a rock ballad (Smooth as Silk).
Who knows! Maybe our tongues will intertwine and be closer to one another. Acting is different as the move may be unwelcome or fully welcomed. All I could do is read the signs of her body. The final stage is to review and renew my goals. If my goals are not meant to be with her, then my heart will be in a steel cage to which Davy Jones would feel pity as my heart is only meant for my true love. Once you have my heart you will have my love and loyalty. I pray that God places us together in situations where we become one and then build upon our mutual likes. No matter which country I travel to, I am constantly hearing your name, even when it is in my country of Italy.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Judgment

Judgment

Entrapment by design. 
Battles by the unseen, against the children of the Light. 
 
The witness(s) openly lied. 
The outcome already set. 
The frame perfect, made of old wood, with sharp nails…
to pierce the flesh, cruelly and specifically.
The lawyer was pre-bought and paid in advance. 
Shekels and silver, diamonds and gold. 
Prison or worse…
Possible. 

Death.
Forever!
And there after…

The crowd filled the gallery. 
They were standing in the hall. 
Person to person, no one could breathe. 
The air, was not pulled, but sucked from the room. 

They were also outside, by the hanging tree. 
Lifting their voices, to heaven…unknowingly, 
and yet calling to hell, 
to kill justice, a single wave and then an ocean,
whispers of deceit. 

All time comes to an end. 
Eternity is a matter discussed quietly among the flawed, 
in an earnest effort to find peace. 
There is none, there never was, in the dead man’s march. 
Only His grace can buy the price of even the most…
unworthy soul.

All that come to know Him, 
will know Him forever. 
All that say they will not…
are lying to themselves.
They already know that too.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Corona Virus

Corona Virus
By Franklin Price
03/12/2020

Corona virus came our way
From China to the U.S.A.
From air and sea and from the ground
The cases started to abound

Steps were taken early on
To keep Corona Virus out
Person to person is how it's spread
Protection's what it's all about

Travel restrictions put in place
First China, Korea, Italy
More were made, as time went on
Now Europe is the place we see

Tests are needed to expose
Where this virus now abides
They now exist but not enough
And  Politics are taking sides

It now has been a month and more
Politics are in the way
Administration got it wrong
That's what some people have to say 

Corona now around the globe
Is pandemic, is world-wide
Should cross the aisle to help resolve
Now's not the time to take a side
Form: Rhyme

For my sis

The world inside of me 
Is huge.  
There are trees with twisted, open branches, 
Like a thousand mom's, 
Reaching for a hug.  
There is music, and art, and 
A tsunami of words, 
Sent down stream, 
To be plucked and absorbed 
Like the most fulfilling 
Breath of air.  

The world inside of me 
Is huge.  
There is a tender heart, 
And a healing soul 
That wishes he could 
Raise the dead.  

There is also a secret place 
Where a million dreams come to rest.  
(A dream never fully dies...)  
These dreams spin around 
Our conscience 
Like the earth, 
Spinning on its axis, 
Rotating around the sun.  

We rotate and
Gravitate towards 
Each other too.  
Like the thousand prayers 
That are grafted from 
Person to person.  
All of them have a purpose.  
But somehow it means more 
When I can pray 
For my sis.

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